come a gentle coercion And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion As the darkness turns into the dawn The child is gone The child is gone
soul come a gentle coercion And I ran my hand over a strange inversion As the darkness turns into the dawn The child is gone The child is gone
Tradução: Fiona Apple. Niño Is Gone.
soul come a gentle coercion And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion As the darkness turns into the dawn The child is gone The child is gone